Crowns and Cars // Charles Leclerc x Reader

As we laid on the grass in my gardens, he gazed with his eyes as green as my priceless jade jewellery and then looked up at the ethereal beam of the illuminating night sky,
"The moon is beautiful isn't it your royal highness?" He softly spoke like hummingbirds singing in my ears,
"You don't have to refer to me as your Royal Highness you know that Charles," I ridiculed him,
"Sorry princess,"